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As I walked away, a strange sense of reluctance washed over me. I glanced back at the van one last time, only to meet the driver’s warning glare in the rearview mirror. His arms were corded with muscle, and his face was set in a fierce scowl, as if one more look from me would have him storming out of the car to dea
with me.
They guarded that child with an intense, almost frantic protectiveness. They wouldn’t even allow a stranger’s gaze to linger.
It must have been an order from his parents. They must cherish him so much to be this vigilant.
Finally, I tore my gaze away and walked slowly out of the quiet underground garage.
